Ara que tinc vint anys [English translation]

Now that I'm twenty,

now that I still have strength,

and I don't have a lifeless soul,

and I feel my blood boil.

Now I feel myself capable

to sing another song.

Now that I'm twenty

and still can believe in gods…

I want to sing to the rocks, the earth, the water,

the wheat and the path, that I go treading.

To the night, the sky, to this sea so much ours,

and to the wind that in the morning comes to kiss my face.

I want to raise my voice, for a storm,

for a ray of the sun,

or for the nightingale

that must sing to the late evening.

Now that I'm twenty,

now that I still have strength,

and I don't have a lifeless soul,

and I feel my blood boil.

Now that I'm twenty,

today my heart gets carried away,

for a moment of love,

or in seeing a child cry…

I want to sing to love. The first. The last.

The one that makes you suffer. The one you live just a day.

I want to cry with those who find themselves all alone,

without any love they go passing through the world.

I want to raise my voice, to sing to the men

that were born on foot,

that live on foot,

and on foot they die.

I want, want, want to sing.

Today that I still have my voice.

Who knows if I will tomorrow.

But today I'm nothing more than twenty.

Today that I still have strength,

and I don't have a lifeless soul,

and I feel my blood boil…